Rather Than The Son I'll Take The Father Novels & Stories

“Oh, now who’s lying, Father?” “I’m not lying.” He pulled me closer to him. “I want someone who’ll take care of you, not play with you for his fancy until he’s bored,” he said, his voice a low hiss. “I’m getting old and slow with no heir. Soon I will need to step down before I’m challenged, and it gets bloody. That is what I want. Nothing more, girl.” He gave my arm a little tug, and we continued to walk through the room. I didn’t agree with him, but it was clear Father didn’t care what I had to say on the subject.

If he said the wrong thing, it would only anger his father and bring back the nonchalance again. “Is it because I’m your son?” He didn’t expect his father to let out a laugh. He shook his head before fixing a serious expression on his face. “Bullshit. If that was all it took to merit the position of Alpha, then Moonwalker wouldn’t be the epitome of power it was today. No, that’s not why I decided to make you next in line for this position.” His father moved closer to him until their shoulders were touching. Now so close to him, he could better look into his father’s eyes. His grey eyes seemed to stare deep into his very eyes. He hated those eyes more than anything.

My father smiles, knowing what I am thinking. "It’ll be fine, sweetie; Xavier is a nice boy.” “Sounds like you want him to be your son-in-law.” He laughs. “I always want a son; an Alpha would be a great substitute.” “Dad!” I toss my pillow at him, bouncing out of bed. I cannot think of this now; I will have to deal with it if the day comes, and I am his mate. “I’ll get ready for school.”

I interjected, "Dad, you seem to have forgotten the meaning of the term 'fated mates.' She's mine, and I'm hers, just the way we wanted it, and there's nothing anybody can do to stop it." My father grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close, glaring into my eyes. "If you don't reject that girl, you cease to become my son, and you might as well forget about the alpha position." I sized my father up arrogantly, locking eyes with him as I questioned, "Is that all?" His response was a curt "Yes." "Fine ,so be it".I replied with that I turned around and took my leave.

NOS RATU. “I love how brave and resilient you are, young boy!” I said, and he bowed with a sly smile. He is the reason why I am still alive. To grant the wishes of fools and lazy swingers like him! “Here is the thing: you want wealth, and I will give you wealth, but by now you should know that I don't do anything for free. I am a man of my words and actions!” I said. The father shivered, along with the second son and the daughter, but the first son was very interested and adamant about his choice.

He became the father I had always wanted, but he only became that father towards Ronan. Ronan is the spitting image of my father, and I was not. Even the age Ronan is now he looks to a tea as my father, but he is nothing like him. That bastard had grown to have kindness, and kindness is the reason why he will end up in his grave. He took everything from me. He took my rightful place as Alpha, and he took my father’s heart as well.

As my mother stands with the crowd and happily signals the photographer to take a good photo of us, I held my breath and listened carefully to my own father's important announcement. "I have two sons, both of them is strong enough to be this pack's next Alpha King. However, as the one who has the power to choose my crowned prince, I will announce tonight what is needed in order for one of them to be chosen." I shake my head and look at Brad beside me, I whisper something which is only meant for him. "You can take the role Brad, I don't think that father has to require anything from us. We both inherit his skills and bloodline but you are the elder son so I am stepping back and giving it to y

he explained. "That is great news," I said with joy. He was no match for my father. The Alpha was a big fool. Knowing my father's reputation, who would want to fight him? I wondered why my father had the long face. Was he hoping to hand over my mother and be rid of her? "There's a slight issue, son," he stated, and I was attentive " He doesn't want to fight me, he wants to fight you instead," he completed, and I understood the long face.

“Yes.” “About the transplant?” “Yes.” “And the donor search?” “Yes.” His eyes narrow slightly. “But that’s not the only thing on your mind.” I hesitate. For a long moment I listen to Maya’s steady breathing before finally speaking. “Dominic…” I say quietly. Adrian doesn't look surprised. “He’s her father.” “Yes.” “And genetically he could be the best chance she has for a match.” Adrian exhales slowly before nodding. “That’s true.” The words feel heavy in my mouth.

“Join me for a walk, will you?” The what now? My whole life, my father has never asked me to take a walk with him. It’s usually Patrick. The real son. The favourite. The one my father showered with love and affection. I resented both my father and brother for this when I was a younger, but I don’t anymore. I know now that my father did me a favour. Patrick is spoiled and soft and basically useless. He can’t even take a shit without needing someone to wipe his ass for him.